Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.